I've been in three accidents (none of them my fault, though!). Two in South Carolina and most recently, the one here in Charlotte. I've had two speeding tickets - one in South Carolina, one in North Carolina. I hate North Carolina in this regard. Since my accident on Friday, May 4, I have received an unsolicited phone call from a collision repair shop and an unsolicited pamphlet from a chiropractic clinic. How is it that North Carolina allows solicitation while South Carolina does not? I can't stand it.
When I got a speeding ticket in North Carolina (which I didn't tell my mom about), lawyers sent her unsolicited letters for legal counsel, so of course, she found out.
North Carolina! I hate that my automobile records are available for spammers. I hate spam...especially on my phone.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
The Painful Life of a Waitress
I am a waitress. This is the most depressing, menial job in existence. I'm a servant. I cater to those who assume they are better than me. I am subject to their mercy. I have to kiss their asses. I have to fetch what they want, what they desire. I must plaster a fake smile on my face every day. I must savor my rare and greatly needed day off.
I must sacrifice time with my family and time with my friends to watch you enjoy your food and over priced wine with your family and friends...all for $2.13 an hour plus whatever extra you feel is so gracious, but you don't take me into consideration.
We close at 9:30pm. I like to go home to see my boyfriend, my roommate, my pet, before they retire for the night; because on a Tuesday night like tonight, they have to go to bed at a descent hour. 6:00am comes early. But you don't worry about that. All you care about is enjoying yourself. Please do, because I enjoy myself on that rare opportunity to go out, but I respect and consider my waitresses and waiters.
It is 10:00pm. Everyone has left. By everyone, I mean not only the other guests; but the kitchen staff and the other servers, too. Haven't you noticed me aimlessly walking about trying to urge you to leave? I've already taken away your empty plates. I try to find things around the restaurant to do to pass time.
10:30pm. By now I have removed all of your empty plates and wine glasses. All you are left with are water glasses which I refuse to refill. I have turned the music off. All the tables are set for lunch tomorrow. I wasn't required to do that, but I wanted to get my point across to you. We are closed. We have been closed for an hour. Leave.
10:45pm. Hallelujah! They are gone. Let's hurry up and enter the tip into the computer so I can do my checkout and go home. What?! They left me $12.00 on a $95.00 bill. You keep me past closing, you ask me for more bread continuously, you had an extra special order because apparently you can't eat anything on the menu (or don't want to) and you leave me TWELVE DOLLARS?! Screw you.
I go home pissed off because I made less than $100 tonight after staying at work for more than an hour past closing time. Not to mention, I worked the lunch shift earlier today, so all in all, I've been here for approximately 10 hours.
The next day a server asks how last night's shift went. Pause. I keep thinking, but I can't really remember. I can't distinguish last night from the night before - or even last week for that matter. Every damn day runs together. There is nothing in my life as a server that distinguishes one day from another. It's just another day of being someone's bitch while barely making a living.
But of course...who cares?
I must sacrifice time with my family and time with my friends to watch you enjoy your food and over priced wine with your family and friends...all for $2.13 an hour plus whatever extra you feel is so gracious, but you don't take me into consideration.
We close at 9:30pm. I like to go home to see my boyfriend, my roommate, my pet, before they retire for the night; because on a Tuesday night like tonight, they have to go to bed at a descent hour. 6:00am comes early. But you don't worry about that. All you care about is enjoying yourself. Please do, because I enjoy myself on that rare opportunity to go out, but I respect and consider my waitresses and waiters.
It is 10:00pm. Everyone has left. By everyone, I mean not only the other guests; but the kitchen staff and the other servers, too. Haven't you noticed me aimlessly walking about trying to urge you to leave? I've already taken away your empty plates. I try to find things around the restaurant to do to pass time.
10:30pm. By now I have removed all of your empty plates and wine glasses. All you are left with are water glasses which I refuse to refill. I have turned the music off. All the tables are set for lunch tomorrow. I wasn't required to do that, but I wanted to get my point across to you. We are closed. We have been closed for an hour. Leave.
10:45pm. Hallelujah! They are gone. Let's hurry up and enter the tip into the computer so I can do my checkout and go home. What?! They left me $12.00 on a $95.00 bill. You keep me past closing, you ask me for more bread continuously, you had an extra special order because apparently you can't eat anything on the menu (or don't want to) and you leave me TWELVE DOLLARS?! Screw you.
I go home pissed off because I made less than $100 tonight after staying at work for more than an hour past closing time. Not to mention, I worked the lunch shift earlier today, so all in all, I've been here for approximately 10 hours.
The next day a server asks how last night's shift went. Pause. I keep thinking, but I can't really remember. I can't distinguish last night from the night before - or even last week for that matter. Every damn day runs together. There is nothing in my life as a server that distinguishes one day from another. It's just another day of being someone's bitch while barely making a living.
But of course...who cares?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Whoa!
Are you kidding me? Has it really been three months since I've posted a blog? That's terrible. I'm sorry I've been M.I.A.
I've been quite busy. I got accepted into Presbyterian Hospital's Radiology Technology program and will begin July 9. I have a new job as a server where I work pretty much 6 days a week. It's pretty tough, but gotta make that money, right?
Christopher and I are great. We went strawberry picking last weekend, but it was slim. Most of the berries were green, or rotten. It was quite busy, so maybe everybody else got the good ones.
Nothing is new...the same old thing, just another day. I'm just waiting for school to start. I'm so anxious!
I've been quite busy. I got accepted into Presbyterian Hospital's Radiology Technology program and will begin July 9. I have a new job as a server where I work pretty much 6 days a week. It's pretty tough, but gotta make that money, right?
Christopher and I are great. We went strawberry picking last weekend, but it was slim. Most of the berries were green, or rotten. It was quite busy, so maybe everybody else got the good ones.
Nothing is new...the same old thing, just another day. I'm just waiting for school to start. I'm so anxious!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Betty Crocker- kinda
Christopher says that specialized kitchen appliances are things that only white people have. For example - only white people want bread makers, salad spinners (ring a bell, sis?), SodaStreams, a separate waffle maker, sandwich maker...whatever. I'm not exactly sure if this is true to form, but he's right about one thing. I want everything "specialized" in my kitchen.
I want a panini press. I want a bread maker. I want a pressure cooker. I want copper cookware (although he says it isn't worth it[the price]...the reviews online state otherwise). I want a large soup/stock pot. I want a griddle. I want a food processor. I want a butcher block table.
All of these things are in my dream kitchen (as well as a double oven and six range stove with a trough sink). If only he had a job that could support me not working...I'd definitely be the next Betty Crocker.
I haven't been able to do as much sewing as I'd like thanks to me working a TON, but I'm just trying to get my finances back to what they were pre-unemployment. I took out over $1000 of my savings during my month long joblessness - I want it back!!
My goal for February - spend an entire month without eating out; I don't want to buy even a $7 sandwich. I guess there is one exception - the days I'm working 12 hours and must eat something while there.
I want a panini press. I want a bread maker. I want a pressure cooker. I want copper cookware (although he says it isn't worth it[the price]...the reviews online state otherwise). I want a large soup/stock pot. I want a griddle. I want a food processor. I want a butcher block table.
All of these things are in my dream kitchen (as well as a double oven and six range stove with a trough sink). If only he had a job that could support me not working...I'd definitely be the next Betty Crocker.
I haven't been able to do as much sewing as I'd like thanks to me working a TON, but I'm just trying to get my finances back to what they were pre-unemployment. I took out over $1000 of my savings during my month long joblessness - I want it back!!
My goal for February - spend an entire month without eating out; I don't want to buy even a $7 sandwich. I guess there is one exception - the days I'm working 12 hours and must eat something while there.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Those Darned Resolutions
I'm keeping mine! I know I said I wasn't calling it a resolution, per se. I've a ton more vegetables and fruit into my diet. As we all know, Christopher doesn't eat anything resembling a vegetable, so when I cook, I cater to him. I hardly ever ate vegetables and it showed. But, I've since sauteed some zucchini, squash, and spinach, made spinach smoothies, and I eat at least one orange a day. I'm feeling great!
Just this morning, my breakfast consisted of...
1 hard boiled egg
1 smoothie (spinach, strawberry, banana, blueberry, and OJ)
1 bagel
skim milk
Pretty good, eh?
The scale says I've dropped 5 pounds since I've started eating more fruits and vegetables. Score!!
Just this morning, my breakfast consisted of...
1 hard boiled egg
1 smoothie (spinach, strawberry, banana, blueberry, and OJ)
1 bagel
skim milk
Pretty good, eh?
The scale says I've dropped 5 pounds since I've started eating more fruits and vegetables. Score!!
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